Looking out across the land, pitted lava pools lay everywhere, and one Molten Giant after another was congealing within them.
Facing this scene, on another flank, the Quanrong Warriors standing in battle formation kept their expressions unchanged.
Under the flare of the burning firelight, there was even a jarringly calm air about them.
Calm, only because they had seen it too many times.
Ceaseless, endless battle—ever since they were born, it had always been like this.
Only now…
"My lord, new Molten Giants have been born in the lava."
"I know." The one addressed as lord of the Quanrong Race was fully two zhang tall, his entire body swollen with exaggerated muscle.
He wore no armor, because his Flesh Body itself was his best Defense.
Rong Ao stared at the newly born Molten Giants in the lava, his fists still faintly aching.
He was the mightiest warrior of the entire Quanrong Race.
